Sorry for the double post, but I think this earns me a bump. :P
Beware, much epicness, randomness, stupidity(ness), and inappropriateness ahead. Hopefully there's some hilariousness, too. :lol:
(The band has just finished yet another show on the Viva La Vida tour, planned encore and all. Chris and Jonny walk into the hidden room backstage.)
[Wait, isn't this supposed to be an "In The Studio" story? And what the heck is a "planned encore"?]
(Shut up, you're not the narrator.)
Jonny: I can't believe my guitar died right in the middle of Violet Hill.
Chris: Kinda awkward, yeah...but that's why we have so many extras.
Jonny: I loved how you changed that line to "His guitar was broken still," though.
(Will comes in, looking thoughtful.)
Will: You know, I think maybe we should rethink the butterfly confetti thing.
Chris: ...What?
Will: Well, people have been calling our music "gay" for years, and now we're dumping butterflies all over the place, and-
Jonny: You think butterflies are gay now?
Will: No, but these aren't exactly smart people. And it doesn't help that you two keep kissing in public-
Chris: Hey!
Will: -it's just that it seems like we're giving our loudest, dumbest critics extra ammunition.
Jonny: Gay butterflies, ammunition...Will, are you turning into an American?
Will: That doesn't even make sense. And Chris, stop humming "Turning Japanese." You know I hate that song.
Chris: Why? It fits the joke! Sort of.
Jonny: We'd better hope no one ever hears this conversation; it'd offend everyone in the world.
(Yeah, no kidding.)
Jonny: Who said that?
Will: I still think we should get rid of the butterflies, or just not use so many. They make such a mess.
Chris: So what? It's not like we have to clean them up.
Jonny: Actually...
(Jonny grabs Chris's hair and yanks on it.)
Chris: Ow! What was that for?
(Jonny shows Chris the handful of crumpled paper butterflies, and hair, he just pulled out.)
Chris: ...Oh.
Jonny: Your hair holds a lot of static electricity. It's attracting them.
Chris: So, you're a scientist now?
Will: We just played a song called "The Scientist," you know.
Chris: Oh yeah...
Will: Well, should we keep the butterflies, or not?
Chris: What if we used actual, living butterflies?!
(No one says anything for several seconds.)
Jonny: I'm not sure it's a good idea to release thousands of insects into a room full of crazed fans and loud music.
Will: Wait. Butterflies are insects?
Jonny: What did you think they were, mammals?
Will: Hey, I'm not a biologist.
Jonny: Right...anyway, how would we transport them, or capture them after the show? Or keep them from getting stepped on?
Chris: Maybe we could train them to come back after everyone leaves, and stay off the floor.
Jonny: You can't train butterflies.
Will: Don't they train fleas for flea circuses?
Jonny: Er...well...
Chris: I know a guy with one of those! Maybe he can help! I think I have his number-
Jonny: No. This is ridiculous. We are not buying an army of butterflies just so Chris doesn't have to clean his hair.
Will: That's not the only reason.
Jonny: I don't care! The paper butterflies are fine! We don't need to-
(Guy dashes in and slams the door shut.)
Guy: Finally. Er...why were you yelling about butterflies?
Jonny: You don't want to know.
Chris: What took you so long?
Guy: Oh, some crazy news-person wouldn't stop asking me questions.
(Someone knocks at the door.)
Guy: If anyone answers that, they will regret it. And not because of me.
Will: What's so bad about reporters?
Guy: I dunno, she was just really annoying. Also...
(He turns to Jonny.)
Guy: She thought I was you.
Jonny: I guess that makes us even.
Guy: Not really, I've got hardly any lines in this script.
Jonny: What are you talking about?
Guy: ...I'm not sure.
Jonny: There's something really weird going on here...
Will and Chris: Definitely.
(Short pause.)
Chris: Jinx!
Will: Huh?
Jonny: I think my ears are ringing. Maybe the speakers were set too high.
Will: Or maybe it's from the past few minutes of stupidity.
Guy: No, I think that's the crowd squealing.
Chris: I guess we should do another encore, or something.
Jonny: Why do we keep calling Death And All His Friends an encore? We do that one every time.
Chris: Well, we need to do something; they'll wake up the neighbors.
Guy: What neighbors? This is a concert hall in the middle of a-
Chris: Ok, ok!
Will: What should we play?
Guy: We could do that new one, what's it called...?
Jonny: No, don't say it out loud, they'll hear you!
(Another awkward pause.)
Jonny: This room is creeping me out. Let's just play Cemeteries of London, we never do that one.
Guy: Yeah, because someone keeps forgetting the lyrics.
Chris: Shut up.
Will: What if?
Jonny: What if what?
Will: No, "What If," the song. We could do that.
Jonny: Oh. Sure, whatever.
Chris: Fine.
Guy: Ok then, let's go before one of us gets possessed by a ghost again.
Chris: [sings] You thought you might be a ghost!
Guy: Save it for the microphone, Chris...
(They all leave again, and the crowd cheers even more loudly as they walk back onstage...)